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Andrew Garfield x Reader / Tom Holland x Sister!Reader

Warnings: A litlte start of a smut.

Notes: Yeah i'm active lately right? I actually started this story when No Way Home was released in the cinemas but never finished. I restarted to write it when the news that Zendaya was engaged to Tom, and now it's finally out in the world! Might have gotten too excited about this. Was even thinking about writing more bonus scenes based on it hahah Enjoy!

Summary: You go to No Way Home studios to keep your brother, Tom, company but end up falling in love with another Spider Man.

Being the eldest sister of four younger brothers was... Interesting.

You weren't complaining tho. They were the sweetest boys you ever met. Loving, caring, talented and your best friends in the whole world. The Holland boys.

It wasn't like the age gap was that significant anyways. You and Tom were just two years apart, making you guys incredibly close. You told each other everything and everyone thought that you were twins, just like Harry and Sam, that were 4, almost 5 five years younger than you. And there was Paddy, the little one, who was 9 years younger.

The whole family was involved in some sort of art, and just like your mother, you turned to be a professional photographer and filmmaker, eventually getting some jobs in the cinematography industry. But whenever you had some break from work, you would arrange to pass some extra time with family. And that was exactly what you did.

"Why is taking you so long? Where are uuuu :("

You read Tom's message with a small smile, rolling your eyes knowing how clingy your brother could get when he wanted to. He was currently shooting his new spider man movie, no way home, and invited you to stay for a few weeks on set with him and Harry, who was working with Tom at the moment.

You were typing him an answer to say that you were walking lost in the gigantic set trying to find them, when suddenly someone appeared running and lifted you into his arms.

"(Y/N)!" You heard Tom's muffled voice say in your hair while he was hugging and whirling you. Man, you missed that hug. "I missed you so much sis."

"I missed you too bug." You said giggling when he put you down. "I can't believe I'm here. This set is insane... I'm proud of you."

"Don't start saying those things when you know I'm sensitive ok!" He claimed pointing a finger at you. "C'mom, Harry is dying to see you."

After Tom arranged someone to take your bags to his rented apartment that he was sharing with your younger brother, just a few minutes from the set, he started a mini tour while you were walking towards his trailer. He was telling you all about the settings, the costumes, how he has been, about his relationship with Zendaya - who, in that point, was already a close friend of yours - and of course, how excited he was for working with Toby Maguire and Andrew Garfield, the previous spiders mans.

You knew that was going to be an epic movie and your heart filled with joy and proud to see your brother in that spot.

"They are amazing (Y/N)... They truly are! I didn't think that we would hit so well, it's good to talk with people who understand the responsibility you know?" Tom said continuing to tell you about the other actors, while opening the door to his trailer. "You have to meet them!"

"Did you found our sister, mate?" You heard Harry's voice from the little bedroom in the trailer and you immediately smiled.

"Why don't you come here find out?" You said and saw his face with a smile emerging through the door and him coming to you with his arms opened.

"(Y/N)!" He exclaimed hugging you strong making you close your eyes and sigh in relief to be with your best friends again. "Urgh it's so good to have you here."

"I missed you guys so much. My babies." You said kissing Harry's head who enjoyed the caress. "But man, i wish Sam and Paddy were here now. It's not the same unless we're all together."

"I know right?" Harry said and Tom agreed. "But Sam is there, busy with his new girlfriend." He continued mocking his twin making you laugh. "When I thought I was free from hearing him talk about her, I get stuck in here and all I ever listen is 'Zendaya here, Zendaya there...”

"Oh shut up mate!" Tom said throwing a cushion in his face. "It's not like you weren't almost dating too!"

"Oh yeah?" You said crossing your arms to look at Harry. "This is news to me."

"It's nothing serious yet! I was going to tell you but Tom made the honors." Harry said annoyed and you huffed.

"So that makes me and Paddy the bachelors of the family?" You said putting a hand in your chest like you were offended. There were some years that you were single. It didn't really bother you, you were in a good place professionally and in this life, it was hard to conciliate a relationship unless the person was involved in the middle as well.

"Thank god. Paddy is just a kid and you are our girl." Harry said with jealousy and you rolled your eyes, even though you were the oldest, they somehow still got overprotective with you.

"Nah darling, I'm gonna find you somebody." Tom said putting his arm around your neck, pulling you close. "We're having a little happy hour with the staff tonight. Maybe there is someone interesting there... Tho Harry is right, you're our girl. It has to be someone great or no deal!"

"And you're my boys. Zendaya already passed the test, but I have to approve your mysterious girl Harry." You said lifting your eyebrows and they laugh.

"We have a lot to catch up sis. Let's get some lunch, I'm starving."

XxXxXxXxXxX

“(Y/N) are you ready?" You heard Tom ask and one second later his face appeared in the door frame.

"Hmmm yeah" You said giving yourself one last check in the mirror before turning to him. "How do I look?"

"Stunning as always." He said with a smile. "But relax, really. Is not going to be a big deal at all. Just some quality time."

The three of you used the lunch time to talk and gossip about everything and nothing in the same time, it was good being reunited with Tom and Harry again. After that, Tom had to finished one last scene before you went to the apartment they were renting to relax a bit and get ready for the happy hour.

Most of the cast was going to get two days off to recharge the energies since they were filming non stop for about two weeks now, and of course, they decided to take the opportunity to drink some beers and enjoy the company of the coworkers.

Once you got there, the happy hour was happening in a open space, close to the dressing and makeup rooms. You could see a lot of people still in the clothes they went to work, it really was just some quality time. They arranged a small bonfire with some seats around it, and a beer pong table.

"(Y/N)!" You heard and smiled when saw Zendaya walking towards you to give you a hug. "I missed you!"

"I missed you too!" You said but before you could continue, your brother interrupted you.

"Oh I see, talking to my sister before talking to your own boyfriend, shame on you Zendaya." He complained getting an eye roll from the both of you.

"You have such a drama queen as your brother (Y/N)!" She exclaimed giving him a chaste kiss. "Hey love."

"Hey darling." He said satisfied now with a silly smile on his face.

"He is such a crybaby, I really don't know you handle him." You joked.

"Look who's talking!" Tom mocked you and you all laughed. "Tobey! Hi!" Tom said out loud when he saw the first Spider Man with a beer on his hand approaching you looking a little lost. "I'm glad you could make it!"

"Just passed by to say Hi." Toby Maguire said shy in front of you. Man, it was so strange, you grew up watching those movies with Tom and the boys, and now look where you all were.

"This is my sister (YN)." Tom introduced you and you shook Tobey's hand.

"Pleasure to meet you (Y/N)." He said and you talked for a minute before he and Tom entered a conversation about some scenes, and you and Zendaya decided to gave them space. You had no idea where Harry was and that's why you stayed with her for some minutes, until she had to go to the bathroom.

You enjoyed the opportunity to go to the freezer to get a beer, but when you turned around, jumped a little when noticed someone just right behind you.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! Just trying to get something to drink as well". The mysterious man said rending his hand in surrender when saw your little scare. Excluding the fact that he wasn't some random guy at all... Well, if you were being honest, apart from Tom's movies, the Amazing Spider Man was your favorite.

Andrew Garfield stood in front of you with a small smile in his lips as he was trying to contain a laugh. Man, he was so much prettier in person, if it was possible. He was tall and his hair matched the color of his chocolate eyes.

"That's okay" You said laughing a little embarrassed. "Andrew right?"

"Yeah but you're new here...." He said looking at you with a curiosity that made you blush. "You're from production and i happened to miss?"

"Oh no, actually I'm Tom's older sister! Gonna stay around for a few days to keep him company. (Y/N), is a pleasure to meet you." You said extending your hand to him who gladly took it.

"It's my pleasure (Y/N). But Really? Tom's sister? I wouldn't say it" Andrew said looking surprised with the information but looking extremely interested.

"Well yeah... people assume we are twins even" You said giggling, suddenly a little shy. You could tell already that he was the type of person who just payed all of his attention to whoever he was talking to and seemed genuine interested on what others had to say. "But it comes with the fact that we are pretty close."

"That's sounds nice. Tom was saying the other day... you guys have a big family isn't it?" He asked frowning.

"It's me and four younger brothers." You answered making a 'tsc' sound with your mouth. People often got shocked by this information. 

"Wow” He said with his eyes wide in surprise, crossing his arms.  “That must have been challenging."

"Let's just said It made me tough." You said raising your eyebrow with a small smile and saw him opening one as well. 

"I bet it did." He said staring at what looked like, into your soul, not looking away for one second. You gulped feeling a strange wave of cold in your belly. In that moment, you couldn’t think in another single soul on earth that showed some much interest in you, even only with their eyes.

But before you could say anything, you were interrupted by Tom and Zendaya that arrived by your side. 

“Andrew! Hi! Oh (Y/N), I’m glad that you already met!” Your brother said excited. Andrew gave a small laugh looking down, finally breaking eye contact with you, and passing his hand behind his neck.

“Right, she’s was telling me that you guys are Twins, is that it?” He joked pointing at both of us and in the middle time, he gently greeted Zendaya with a small hug. Charming and a gentleman. 

“Something like that, yeah” Tom said laughing exchanging a look with you. “Look, actually I was looking for you, Andrew. Me and Tobey had an idea for a scene that we would love to share it with you.” 

“Oh sure.” Andrew said immediately nodding his head. “I would love to.”

“Amazing.” Tom said. He posed his hand in your shoulder, for you to look at him. “(Y/N), I catch up with you and Z later, ok?” 

You nodded and with a last exchange stare between you and Andrew, they started to walk away. 

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Andrew said turning around once more. “I was here to get a beer for me.” He chuckled, going straight into your direction, and you freezed when felt his fingers gently brushing in your waist, almost like he wasn’t touching you. 

You looked into his chocolate eyes that were dangerously close and saw him trying to repress a smile, he looked like he was having so much fun with it. 

“Would you excuse me (Y/N)?”

“Oh.” You said when you finally understood what was happening. You were still standing infront of the freezer. “Right. I’m sorry. Go ahead.” 

“See you around, I hope.” Andrew said after getting the beer and following Tom to go meet Tobey. 

You stood there seeing them walking away trying to understand what has just happened, and felt Zendaya approaching you with her arms closed and looking at the same direction. 

“It’s just me or he was flirting with you?” She said and tho you weren’t looking at her face, you could sense a smart little smile hanging on her lips. 

As if Tom knew what you were talking about, far away already, he looked back at you guys frowning his eyebrows before going back to his conversation with Andrew. 

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” You said and heard Zendaya laughing.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“I’m gonna have lunch with Hannah today. See you at dinner xx” 

You read Harry’s message and rolled your eyes with a smile. It has been 4 days since you arrived and you were starting to enter in the routine of your brothers. Harry told you all about the girl that he was seeing - Hannah who worked for the makeup team. And that’s why he disappeared in the night of the happy hour.

You were sitting outside of the studio Tom was working, editing some videos you filmed of him and Harry. Ok, you were in vacation. But you just couldn’t stop yourself of making a backstage film of his experience in No Way Home movie. It would make such a cute memory for Tom in the future and if he wanted to share it, the fans would love it. 

“I was hoping I would see you again.” You heard a voice beside you and in this time, you knew exactly who it was. 

“Is that so?” You asked with a small smile raising your head from your computer seeing the chocolate eyes that have been in your mind for the last few days. “Hi Andrew.”

“Hi (Y/N). But… well, yeah” Andrew chucked taking the seat next to you. “We didn’t get a chance of talking a lot that day…. Oh! Are you a video editor?” He started to say but got distracted when looked in your computer’s screen. 

“I’m a filmmaker.” You answered repressing a smile for his curiosity. When you were younger and saw his spider man’s movies, it’s undeniable that he was cute. Who you were trying to fool. You thought he was hot. Years passed, you always admired his work…. but when Tom asked you to pass some days on set, you didn’t even thought much about how you were going to meet him there. “Tom didn’t want to in the beginning, but I convinced him that it would be fun if I documented a little behind the scenes video.” 

“That’s adorable. Would you let me see it when you finish?” Andrew asked. He had his entire body turned toward you, with half of one leg resting on the bench, and he leaned his head on his fist.

“Only if you agree to appear in it.” You answered smartly and he laughed. Obviously, like Zendaya, you definitely noticed something going on you between you two that night. It was so brief and somehow you had his feeling you have known him forever. You just couldn’t stop thinking about it. 

“Oh i see.” Andrew said caressing his small beard. “That depends on how the video will be distritubed.” 

“Knowing my brother, the video will be only to be seen it, in Christmas time as a nice memory.” You giggled, closing your laptop to give him your full attention. 

“Then you have all my permission to use my image as you please.” He said with a small smile. “Tom is a very sweet guy. Crazy talented. I respect him for understading, since now, how family and privacy are important things to cherish in this Industry.” 

“Our whole family is envolved in some sort of art so it’s always been ease for us to see what really matters at the end of the day.” You answered, again so shocked how he was a guys that… really payed attention. 

“Why aren’t you working here in the production?” He asked licking his lips. 

“It’s true that my brother did try to make that happen.” You chuckled feeling your cheeks starting to burn from his staring. “But i just finished another project so the timing didn’t exactly helped.” 

“That’s really a shame.” Andrew said simply. 

Except that there was nothing casual in the way he said it. 4 little simple words, right? Wrong. He just let those words out of his lips like it was the lustful thing someone has ever said to you. Like it was the biggest declaration of being wanted, you ever received.  Or was it you that were losing it from being stared by those chocolate eyes that you just couldn’t stop thinking about it?

“(Y/N), there you are!” You heard Tom’s voice approaching and you sighed. Interrupted. Again. Andrew smirked when saw your micro expression of frustation. 

“Well, that was short-lived.” He murmurred with a light tone making you giggle.

Tom stood in front of you already in his Sports outfit, with his tennis racket bag over his shoulder. You saw the exactly moment when your brother’s eyebrows frowned slighty altering his gaze between the two of you, not really understading why Andrew was there. Confusion that quickly started to turn in assumptions when he opened a little accusatory smile. 

“Hello guys.” Tom said still a little off and in that moment, you could see a lot of Peter Parker in him. “Hmm… Did i interrupt something?” 

“Not at all.” Andrew laughed getting up of his chair. “Just saw (Y/N) here and thought i offer her some company.” 

“…Ok.” Tom said still a suspicious. “Let’s go sis? I thought you would be ready by now.” 

“Got caught up in editing.” You said gattering your stuff, getting up as well.

“Do you play tennis mate?” Tom asked turning his attention to Andrew. “You’re welcome to join us.” 

“Maybe some other time.” Andrew said friendly, giving Tom a pat on the back. “I still need to revise some scenes. But thank you for the invitation. Have fun!”

He said waving goodbye and walking away, leaving you and your brother alone. Today, you guys agreed that after Tom’s appointments, he was taking you to play tennis. A family tradition. 

You walked quietly to his car and it was only when he started to drive, that Tom decided to say casually:

“Andrew is a such a nice guy, right?” Tom said and you had to suppress the urge to roll your eyes. 

“Hm yes, he is very polite” You answered measuring your words. Tom was your best friend and you knew you could say anything to him. But there was nothing to tell. Right? 

“Polite hun?” He repeated your choise of word, nodding his head. “That’s an adjective.” 

“Are you implying something?” You snapped looking at him, raising an eyebrow. 

“What? No!” Tom shot back altering his gaze from the streets to look at you. “No!” He repeated seeing your expression. 

“…Why? Is there something you want to tell me?” Tom asked after a few seconds of silence. You laughed, reaching out to turn on the radio. 

“Not at all”. 

XxXxXxXxXxX

It has been already 2 weeks you were living with your brothers, and now, pretty much everyone was used to your presence around the set. Made a few friends and you were honestly enjoying your work break. 

Although it wasn’t everyday, Andrew has crossed your path a meaningful amount of times. First, when you were hanging out with Zendaya in the makeup trailer, waiting for her to get ready. He entered, along with Hannah (Harry’s girl) also to get ready for his scenes of the day. Suddenly the whole group of people who were there started to talk like you were all friends for ages. You would be lying if you didn’t catch him giving you random gazes. 

The second time it happened, you had gone help Harry to organize Tom's stuff for the next scenes. You two went together to the costumes department when Andrew walked in with one of the assistant directors, deep in conversation. He noticed you, smiled, and gave you a little wave before disappearing through a hallway.

And the most recent one, he found you having lunch by yourself because your brothers were busy, and asked if he could join you. Andrew Garfield, besides being handsome and caring, was incredibly smart. And funny. You didn’t stop talking for 2 hours. 

“Are you nervous?” You asked Tom, already in his Spider Man suit, from behind the camera you were holding, and he shook his hands anxiously.

“You are not helping with those kind of questions, sis.” He answered making you laugh. Today, was the first day of filming the big scene of the three Spiders Mans fighting the villains. Pretty much all the cast was there. 

“You gonna do great.” You said still pointing the camera at him. It was a nice moment that you needed to keep for the video you were assembling. 

“I love you.” He said sweetly making you smile.

“I love you more.” 

Didn’t take long for him to go train some lines with Zendaya and Jacob, and you enjoyed the opportunity to walk around searching for precious moments to film. You walked some corridors, greeting and wishing good luck to people you crossed. Until you passed in front of one dressing room and saw Andrew, with his back to the entrance, completely absorbed in something else.

“If it isn’t Spider Man himself.” You teased entering the room already with your camera in hands, recording his reaction. He turned around confused, but opened a smile when saw it was you.

“Looking lovely as always, (Y/N).” He complimented you making you shiver. It was the first time also, you were seeing him in the super hero outfit. 

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Garfield.” You said making him burst out of laugh. 

“What do you think about my butt in the costume?” He joked doing a little spin.

“I thought I would be more impressed” 

“Ouch, straight to my heart.” Andrew said putting his hand in the right side of his chest like he was hurt. “You’re lucky I’m not easily offended.” 

He added with a smirk, walking over to grab his water bottle from the counter. He took a sip, eyes still on you, the playfulness never leaving his face. 

“Though I might need to work harder on glute day at the gym now.” He said making you roll your eyes still recording.

“Don’t worry, your ego seems intact.”

Andrew stared you straight in the eyes, that way you were starting to get used to, ignoring the camera. He laughed slightly, before licking his lips.

“Let me take you out on a date.” 

You lowered your camera, shocked with what you just heard, hearing your heart beating fast. 

“What?” You whispered frowning your eyebrows. 

“Let me take you out on a proper date.” He repeated getting closer to you. “I’ve been coming to work with much more energy lately since I learned I could bump into you. I would love to offer you a night that lives up to what you deserve.” 

“You’re full of surprises, aren’t you?” You answered smiling feeling your cheeks burn. “I would like that very much.”

And just then, a voice shouted from the hallway : “Andrew, you're needed on set!”

“Tomorrow at seven.” Andrew said looking satisfied with your answer. “I‘ll pick you up!”

He shouted before following the PA out of the room. Leaving you with a silly smile playing on your lips.

XxXxXxXxXxX

“You look amazing.” Andrew said smiling opening the car door for you, when spotted you leaving the building. 

“You gotta stop doing that.” You replied blushing hearing him laugh confused. 

“What am I doing?” He asked before closing the door for you and contouring the car to enter the driver’s seat.

“You know what are you doing.” You said seeing him turning on the car.

“I really don’t, love.” He said still chuckling. 

“You know, making me blush.” He paused for a second before pulling out of the spot. His hand moved to rest gently on your knee—a simple gesture, but it sent a chill up your spine.

“But you do look amazing.” Andrew said staring at you, and you looked away embarrassed, laughing. 

“I was surprised when you asked me to pick you in Zendaya’s place.” He said starting to drive. “I thought you were staying with your brothers.”

“I am.” You explained. “But didn’t want them prying.”

“Ohh they don’t know this is happening?” Andrew asked amused.  

“Nop.” 

“Why tho? Aren’t you super close?” 

“We are…” You began laughing embarrassed with your reasons. “But they gossip a lot. Don’t like telling them nothing that isn’t… concrete.”

“So you want this to be concrete?” He teased with a smirk.

“I didn’t say that.”

“Sure.” He said mocking you. You asked Zendaya if you could get ready in her place and she almost deafened you from the scream she gave when learned what you were doing. She was shipping you since the first night you meet Andrew. 

“And we’re here.” He said after a few minutes of travel, with a light conversation between you two, getting ready to park the car. 

“Andrew… there’s paparazzi over there.” You warned seeing a few mans in black, looking around with cameras in their hands. It was enough reason, the exposition of Andrew Garfield going out with Tom Holland’s sister, but on top of that, it was strictly prohibited Andrew being seeing in public to avoid spoilers to the movie. 

“What?” He asked confused following your gaze. “Oh fuck…” He breathed out disappointed. 

“I made a reservation, they’ve must…” Andrew began to explain, sighing, knowing that would ruin your night. “I’m so sorry (Y/N).”

“Hey, it’s ok.” You reassured him with a small smile. “I’m used to it, I know how it goes.” 

“I-… fuck.” He laughed embarrassed a little lost on what to do. “Do you want to go to my place? I know it’s not ideal…”

“Sounds great.” You answer right away and he chuckled staring at you. 

“Ok.” He said giving you one last check to assure him it was all fine, starting to drive again. “Great.” 

With a few more minutes of driving, you arrived  at his place, that you noticed that wasn’t too far away from Tom’s. It was logical to rent something close to the sets. 

Andrew showed you around, before getting a bottle of wine in the kitchen. It was a cozy apartment, a bit fancy, but perfectly suited for one person.

“You will be pleased to know that an incredible pizza is on its way.” He joked serving you one glass.

“And you will be pleased to know that pizza is my favorite.” 

“I’m one lucky bastard, aren’t I?” He breath out like he was relieved making you laugh. He raised his glass, toasting with yours.

Just like the time you had lunch together on set, you didn’t stop talking, unless it was to drink or eat the pizza he ordered. That was indeed very good. “I’m a man of my word”, he pointed. Andrew was so interesting and he seemed equally interested in you. He asked so many questions about your work, your passions, your family…. Sharing important details about his life as well. He was a literally dream of a man, and it felt surreal that after some years with disillusionment in love, someone like him would enter your life. 

“I know i haven’t had yet the opportunity to see a lot of your work.” Andrew said putting the dishes you used in the washing machine, while you were leaning in the countertop finishing your wine, already a little tipsy. “But from what you showed me that day we had lunch together… it’s just so unique the way you perceive details. Giving attention to humain interaction that it’s often ignored.”

“That’s just you being nice.” You said laughing it off. 

“Well, yes.” Andrew shrugged making you both laugh as he leaned in the sink countertop infront of you. “But also one hundred percent honest. I’d be lucky to work with a director as talented as you, if you want to switch to that in the future.” 

You smiled soflty with the compliment, setting your glass beside you. You didn’t know if it was the alchool already having its effect, but this time, it was you that stopped everything just to stair at him. You felt the air of the moment changing, becoming heavier, thicker. He licked your lips, his posture being always of someone who was reading you. Trying to understand in between lines. 

“It’s been a while since I last have been on a date.” Andrew confessed. “But since the moment i saw you in that happy hour, i knew i had to go to talk to you.” 

“I thought you were just being polite.”

“Oh no” Andrew chuckled. “I was being very not polite in my mind.”

“And what about now?” You asked, breathing out, not being able to hold anymore that nervous excitement bubbling in your chest.

Andrew tilted his head, smiling like he knew exactly what you meant—like he’d been thinking the same thing. Slowly, he stepped closer, now just a breath away from you, the only thing between you both being the soft tension that had been building all night.

“Now…” He said, voice lower, eyes flicking between yours and your lips, resting his hands on either side of the counter, trapping you. “There isn’t a single appropriate thought running in my mind.” 

“Show me.” You whispered. 

Andrew smirked at your boldness. He slowly brushed the back of his fingers across your cheek, then threaded them into your hair, guiding your face toward his.

Finally kissing you.

It was so firm, slow, sensual. It was the result of days building this tension up. Finally exploding. Finally concetre and not just a thought before going to bed. His other hand squeezed your waist before he quickly, lifted you by your tight, sitting you in the kitchen’s counter. Your hands were exploring every part of him you could reach, passing throught his hair, shoulders, chest… 

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurred against your lips just when his hand found your breast, squeezing it, making you moan. “I swear i’m going to make you feel good.” 

Andrew lifted you in his arms, starting to walk towards his bedroom and the only thought in your mind when he placed you in his bed was : Andrew is a man of his word. 

XxXxXxXxXxX

“You’re literally glowing.” Tom said suspicious when he finally found you drinking coffee in the set cafeteria. 

You had literally just passed the best night you ever had, with Andrew in his house. He indeed kept his promise. Three times. 

You slept in his place, but unfortunately he needed to work early in the morning and you decided to go with him directly to the studios. Althought he offered you to stay sleeping there as long as you wanted. Or even drop you at Tom’s. But you just got changed in Tom’s trailer with a pair of sweatshirts it was forgotten there and you were ready to start the day. 

“Morning to you too little brother.” You said grumpy taking a sip. 

“Don’t ‘little brother’ me, (Y/N).” Tom said ironically, taking a coffee to him as well, sitting beside you. “Care to explain why you didn’t come home last night?” 

“As far as I’m concerned, i am the oldest.” You answered making him roll his eyes. “I was with Z, you know that.” 

“And i know you since the day i was born, sis.” Tom said. “I can perfectly tell when you’re both lying to me.” 

You sighed, defeated, finally staring at him. You knew he wasn’t going to back down from this. 

“Ok, I-…” 

“You had sex!” Tom cut you opening his mouth in disbelieve. Now, he looked like he was having rather fun with your embarrassment. “Oh my God, you had sex.” 

“I didn’t say anything.” 

“You didn’t had to.” Tom chuckled leaning his back in the chair, still in shock. “You’re glowing.” 

“Tom…” You began hearing him laughing. Suddenly he gasped even harder, looking at you with wide eyes. 

“I can bet it was Andrew!” He guessed. “I’m not dumb (Y/N), I noticed him wandering around you whenever he had a chance.”

“Will you let me tell you?” 

“Oh, yeah. I’m sorry, go on.” Tom said but couldn’t help shaking his leg in excitement and hold a little smile in the corner of his lips. 

“Fine. Yes, ok… Andrew asked me out on a date and I… ending up sleeping at his place.”

“This is such great news.” Tom said opening a wide smile squeezing your hand. You chuckled at his excitement, but in reality you knew how much Tom appreciate his Spider Man partners and he, above all brothers, was always the one trying to set you up. “I’m just… he is such a great guy for you! And he would be lucky to have you as well, sis.” 

“It’s nothing serious ok? No need to be so hyped up about this.” 

“No, yeah, yeah, I know.” Tom said finally assuming a more serious posture. “Are you seeing him again?” 

“I don’t know, it’s literally been thirty minutes we arrived here.” You said struggling althought this briefly crossed your mind. He didn’t look the kind of guy of ghosting you after all of that, but who knows. 

“Oh man… Harry and Sam are going to get so jealous.” Tom laughed making you chuckle and roll your eyes, knowing so damn well that the Twins were the most protectives over you. “I wish you would have told me this before.”

“Tom, i just needed to see if this… was something before I discussed with you.” You explained even if you knew he wasn’t mad. 

“I know.” Tom replied with a smile. “I’m happy that coming here gave you guys an opportunity of meeting.” 

“To be honest, i am to.” You said scrunhing your nose, blusing, thinking about the night you just had. “It was amazing…” 

“Oh, ok!” Tom said, clapping his hands and getting up from his seat. “Spare me the details. You’re still my sister.”

“Love you, bug.” You said sincerely, making your brother’s eyes go soft. Meeting Andrew in those last weeks, had been a wonderful surprise, but being able to have these moments with your brother, when you both had already moved out of your parents… seeing your relantionship never changer one bit, it just warmed your heart. 

“Love you.” Tom replied giving you a long kiss on the forehead. “I have to go to my scene now. It’s going to be so weird with Andrew : Hey mate, how you doing? Oh trouble sleeping last night? You sure it had nothing to do with you banging my sister?’ “ 

“Thomas!” You shouted angrily, throwing a crumpled napkin in his direction, as he ran away laughing.

You shook your head in denial, a smile still hanging on your lips, thinking about everything that had happened. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a notification on your phone :

“Zendaya has being staring at me weirdly since we started filming. Must I prepare for your brother’s reactions?” 

You laughed at Andrew’s message, assuming that if Zendaya already knew, Tom would be the next to find out. Which was quickly followed by another one:

“By the way, been wanting to tell you again how amazing last night was. Can’t stop thinking about it. Hoping i will see you soon.” 

[buckseb]

always hold you

pairings — tasm!peter parker x bff/gf!fem!reader

summary — in which, she needs her boyfriend's support more than anything else, after another particularly bad fight with her father.

word count — 2.6k.

warnings — a little bit of angst, use of pet-names [dove, sweetheart, darling, love, bug], reader calls peter pete, lots of fluff and this is basically just a hurt/comfort fic, protective/soft!peter, this is also sort of similar to my other peter fic (take as a part two that one), peter comforting reader, mentions of the reader's low self-esteem issues and it being explained a bit more, both physical and emotional abuse (manipulation and gaslighting, but not from peter), hugs and cuddles, forehead kisses, peter just taking care of the reader and showing her the love that her family refuses to do, gwen is in here for a second and being the comforting platonic best friend that she is to reader, peter comes off as a little harsh and scares reader a little bit but he makes up for it in the end.

notes — hi! so, this is really more of a vent fic. i know i've written in the past about dealing w/ a toxic family member and how i really enjoyed writing fics similar to my experiences with my favorite comfort characters to comfort the reader because that would usually help me deal with everything. but recently, the abuse that me, my mom, and my brother have been experiencing has become a lot more complicated and traumatizing for me to deal with. and things have only gotten worse. so, i figured i'd do another comforting fic like the other peter fic i wrote about going through that said abuse. i really just feel that it's important to not hide my true feelings and act like everything's fine behind a screen and i just want to be able to talk about this topic a lot more (especially in my writing), because it's so serious and not nearly talked about enough. but, nonetheless, if there's anyone out there that sees this and is a victim of abuse (whether it's emotional/mental or physical abuse, or both) please don't feel obligated to read this. i really don't want to trigger or upset anyone who's dealing with this situation in a very heavy and overwhelming way. just remember though, no matter what anyone says or does to you, you ARE strong and deserve the entire world. i love you all <3. anyways, i hope this makes up for the lack of posting anything (i've been really struggling with a lot, but i'm trying!). gif and divider creds to owner!

p.s., feedback is very much encouraged and appreciated <3.

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IT'S OBVIOUS NOW THAT SHE was stupid to think that he could change. it was even more stupid of her to go back to that apartment.

but, she's always been one to see the best in people — in her case, it's come to bite her in the ass.

even now, as she awaits her boyfriend to return home from his nightly patrol around the city, [y/n] knows that she should've known better.

she trembles as she sits on their shared bed, one of her legs bouncing anxiously — the thought of how peter will react to her foolish decision and the outcome from it is stressing her out, beyond words.

after how he responded the first time he found out about the truth about her father's cruelty and what she'd had to go through, she's worried of how he will react this time — it took almost everything in him to not confront her father, when he first found out.

she abruptly jumps when she hears the front door of the apartment shut softly.

a shaky breath leaves her lips, wondering if it's too late to try to hide the marks on her face and body.

but, when she hears him call out her name from the living room, she knows that it's too late — there's nothing she can do now to hide this.

and even if she wanted to for a split second, she promised peter she'd never lie to him again — after the last time, they promised each other that they'd never hide anything from the other again.

so, with another shaky breath, [y/n] sighs and hesitantly pulls the bedroom door open.

she keeps her head down, her hair falling around her face and covering the marks as she walks out and into the living room.

"sweetheart..." peter's voice trails off, eyes wide with shock and worry.

her breath catches in her throat as soon as she finally looks up at her boyfriend and sees the intense, protective look in his eyes.

"i—i'm sorry, peter." she whispers, voice too raspy to get any louder.

a flash of anger fills his eyes. "please... tell me that you didn't go back to him!" he exclaims in a quieter tone of voice as he pinches the corner of his eyes.

[y/n] flinches at the amount of frustration in his voice.

"peter, i—i'm sorry... " her voice trembles, guilt and regret quickly filling her — she just feels so stupid.

peter sighs, regretting taking his anger out on her.

his eyes immediately soften. "sweetheart, i'm sorry." he murmurs, before starting to walk over to her.

but, before he can reach her, she flinches and winces.

he stops short, freezing in place. more guilt fills him as he realizes that in this moment, she's scared of him.

"look... i—i know that i shouldn't have gone back," she whispers, tears clouding her eyes as she remembers the anger and hatred in her father's eyes.

peter's silent for a moment, waiting and giving her time to explain more — if she's able to.

"i'm... i'm so stupid, peter." she whispers, too ashamed to talk any louder.

peter's eyes widen in shock, not expecting that statement to come out of her mouth. "w—what? darling, that's not true."

this time, a tear falls down her cheek. "yes, i am. peter, who's stupid enough to choose to believe that their abusive, monster-of-a-father can change? me — it's me!"

the rambling and the self-loathing words coming out of his girlfriend's mouth becomes incredibly clear to peter as he walks over to her.

this time now, he doesn't hesitate to pull her into his chest as her voice becomes more trembling and wavering, "this is on me — it's my fault."

"it's okay now, love. don't blame yourself." he murmurs as she stops holding herself back and breaks into breathless sobs into his chest.

after a while, her crying slows and quiets down with her tears now dried on her cheeks.

she faces him and takes in a deep, calming breath as he wipes away the remaining tears away and looks over her bruises more intensely.

"i wanna kill him for doing this to you — again." the venom in his tone sends shivers through her spine — knowing what he would do to protect her comforts her.

but, on the other hand, she also knows that hurting her father isn't going to do anything for them or fix anything.

"no, peter. i know you don't mean that." she murmurs seriously.

an angry frown places itself over his lips. "no, i do."

she sighs. "okay, maybe you do. but, it won't fix anything and we both know that," she says, moving one of her fingers up to smooth out the crease in between his very furrowed eyebrows.

"it's okay now — i'm okay." she whispers seriously, grabbing his hand and rubbing soothing circles over his thumb.

you'd think from how she's comforting him that peter was the one that got hurt, not her — that's just how she is; she always finds herself taking care of everyone else, when she really should be taking care of herself.

maybe that's why they're such a good pair — while they're taking care of everyone else and their loved ones, they can trust the other to take care of the other.

"that's the thing, love. it's not okay! you shouldn't have to go out of your way to avoid him, just to protect yourself." he exclaims, ripping his hand out of hers and this time pacing around the living room with his hand now gripping his hair in frustration.

she sighs, frowning — this is exactly why she didn't want to tell him because she hates worrying him like this.

"it may not be fair, but if it's what i have to do to protect myself, then that's what i'll do — i should've kept doing that, instead of being an idiot to believe he'd change." she admits, shrugging, trying to play this all off, as if it's not that big of a deal.

"don't say that — don't do that!" he abruptly yells, turning around to face her defensively.

she flinches — once again — at the volume of his voice. "don't do what?" she asks meekly, her voice too soft.

he sighs in regret. "i'm sorry. i'm not trying to scare you." his eyes are downcast at the floor, before he looks up again, the guilt clear in his irises this time.

"it's okay, peter." she gulps, berating herself for some part of her being afraid of him — after all, she has no reason to fear him because he'd never intentionally hurt her.

"it's not. i shouldn't have gotten so angry — i'm not mad at you, i promise," he says in a much more quiet voice, sighing as he sees that look in her eyes — the one that she always has when she feels like a burden and feels like she should be apologizing.

"sweetheart, don't even think about apologizing. none of this is your fault."

[y/n] sighs in exasperation. "maybe it is. i'm the one that is always making a fool out of myself by believing in the best of everyone."

she sighs when a flash of irritation shows in his eyes. "what?" he whispers, his eyebrows furrowing together.

she takes in another breath when he walks over to her and hesitantly places his hands over her cheeks.

[y/n] sighs again.

"this isn't your fault, love. know that," he murmurs, his eyes searching hers for some kind of understanding. "please, tell me that you know that."

she sighs again, noticing the tears filling his eyes — it becomes incredibly clear to her how much the man in front of her cares about her.

"peter... " her own eyes fill with tears, even spilling to her cheeks.

without another thought, he gently wipes away her tears. "promise me that you understand me."

she sighs again. "y—yes, i understand," she murmurs, hating the hope that fills his eyes. "but, i just don't believe it."

he opens his mouth to object, but she interrupts him before he has the chance to say something, "i want to. but, i can't just shut off the way i feel — i was raised the way i was and with the trauma i have gotten along the way, i can't just forget it."

more tears fills his eyes, before he moves incredibly closer to her and brings her close to kiss her forehead. "knowing you want to believe it is good enough for me."

when he pulls away from her he smiles warmly at her. "let's go cuddle now, yeah?"

the softness in his voice makes her smile. "sounds like a plan, pete." she murmurs with a nod and leads him to their shared room.

once they're inside of their bedroom, [y/n] walks over to their shared bathroom, to change into her set of pajamas she set aside earlier in the day, after she had just gotten back from her father's home — she used to call it her home, but that all changed once her once-very-close relationship with her father changed.

after she changes and brushes her hair and teeth, she takes in a deep breath and tries to mentally prepare herself for the rest of the night.

but, when she shuts off the light and opens the door, she comes to realize that the bedroom is empty.

she walks out of the bathroom and looks around, her eyebrows quickly knitting together in confusion.

and just as she's about to call out her boyfriend's name, she hears hushed voices outside of the room.

with much more confusion filling her body, she slowly walks out of their room and into the living room, only to see peter standing at the door, talking at the door in a hushed voice.

"pete? is everything okay?" she asks as she walks up from behind him.

he jumps a little in surprise, before motioning towards the door.

the blond hair of their current guest surprises her.

"oh, gwen. hi." she greets her best friend and then her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his waist and leaning into him with her chin resting on his shoulder.

"what are you doing here?"

gwen shrugs. "i just wanted to check up on you — your dad called me, yelling at me because he thought that you'd left to go hide at my apartment."

the words that come out of one of her best friends' mouth shakes [y/n] to her very core — anytime she hears anything about her father, she gets easily nervous and scared.

in a matter of seconds, [y/n] slowly pulls away from her boyfriend's body.

she knows that she should try to pretend everything's fine and as if her friend's words don't affect her, but she can't help it.

if she had a few more seconds, she'd probably fall into a state of mind where she'd completely shut down.

but, when a light touch to her shoulder by peter shakes her out of her daze, she sighs and nervously finds her boyfriend's eyes on her.

"what's going on, guys? did something happen?" gwen asks worriedly after seeing the tense look on [y/n]'s face.

peter doesn't speak. he doesn't even look away from his girlfriend — his eyes simply say that the decision is all hers.

despite the fact that him and gwen are pretty close friends, he's always respected [y/n]'s choices.

with a sigh, [y/n] turns to gwen. "i kind of had a run in with my dad earlier."

as she hears that statement, gwen begins to notice the bruises on her best friend's face.

she frowns. "are you okay?" she asks, but after a moment, she groans and rolls her eyes at herself.

"i'm sorry. that was insensitive — of course you're not okay."

[y/n] laughs, despite the seriousness of the situation. "it's okay."

gwen gives her a pointed look, not believing for one moment that what she asked was okay.

"really, gwen," she says, finding some courage inside of her. "i'm probably not okay. but... " she trails off, suddenly feeling like everything is going to be okay with the ones that truly love her by her side.

"for the first time, i think i'm going to be okay — that everything will be okay." she says confidently, moving even closer to peter and practically burying herself into his arms.

gwen smiles. "good. i'm glad."

—————

AFTER A LITTLE BIT MORE of talking, they all finally say their goodbyes and peter shuts the door gently.

they move over to the couch, peter covering them — mostly [y/n] — with one of the fuzzy throw blankets that was lying over the front of the couch.

"you doing okay?" he asks softly as she lays her face into his neck.

she smiles, feeling reassured for the first time.

she lifts her head back up to look at him.

"i know going back was stupid. i do—" before she can continue, he interrupts her with guilt evident in his brown eyes. —"i'm sorry, bug. for how angry i got earlier."

she tilts her head in confusion. "what do you mean?"

"i shouldn't have gotten upset with you. and i'm sorry for startling you. i was just worried." he murmurs seriously, frowning at her confusion.

"i just... every time i think about your dad being near you or hurting you, well, it drives me crazy, sweetheart." he says, trying to ignore the anger in his voice every time he thinks about the type of person his girlfriend's father is.

"pete... it's okay. i'm not going to go back — i learned my lesson." she says, cupping his jaw with one hand, in order to try to calm him down.

he sighs, leaning into her hand and covering it with one of his own.

"that's the point, sweetheart. you shouldn't have to be cautious and scared to avoid him, so that he doesn't act like that. it's not okay."

she frowns, wishing that she could stop him from worrying.

but, she also knows that he needs to get these feelings out and off of his chest.

"tell me, peter. what is it?" she asks, being the understanding girlfriend that he loves — no matter how cliche that actually sounds.

"i love how good-hearted you are, sweetheart. the way you always see the good in everyone, despite what they've done to you — it's amazing," he starts, pulling her hand away from his jaw to hold over one of his legs.

"and i never want you to stop being that person. but, i also hate that you have to avoid him. you shouldn't have to give up your happiness and peace."

she nods in clear understanding.

he groans again, leaning his forehead over hers.

"it's okay, peter."

he pulls away and opens his mouth to say something in defense, but she stops him by speaking before him, "peter, i know it upsets you that he doesn't get to be punished for his actions and i get that."

he stops short, giving her a chance to finish talking.

"i know you hate that. but, i know that you love me more than any urge that you have to give him what he deserves — and that's what i need you to do, okay? love me more than you hate him." he frowns at her words.

as if noticing his hesitation, she says, "for me. please?"

he sighs in defeat and nods. "fine. for you." he murmurs as he pulls her closer into his embrace and body.

she smiles in victory as she lies her head on his shoulder. "i love you, peter parker. you know that?" she murmurs, cuddling up close to him.

"i know i can always count on you." she says, once more, smiling as he chuckles and stretches over to kiss her on the forehead.

"good. because i love you more and i'll always hold you when you need it, dove." he murmurs, smiling at her calm and at peaceful face.

and like that, they cuddle until they fall asleep with peaceful expressions on their faces.

[conniesanchor]

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002: you come around, and the armor falls.

a/n; this took longer than i expected, but here we are! part two of this series. i really hope you all enjoy this one. likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

it had been two weeks since your fight with spiderman. two weeks. you hadn't ever gone that long without seeing him since you met him. throughout those two weeks, you began to worry about him. when you met the masked man, he seemed to calm you down. your normal anxiety ticks weren't as bad, your university grades were improving, and somehow, someone you didn't even know, had such an impact on your life.

having grown out of your usual sort of habit, when you heard tapping on your window, you were startled. after groggily rising from your warm bed, you shuffle across the room to the window, pulling back the curtains and unlocking the latch to let in the crisp air. as you peer through the open window, you spot spiderman there, his face obscured by his protective mask, yet his presence palpable as he patiently awaits permission to enter, his silent gesture speaking volumes of your shared understanding that the tension from your previous fight was still there.

despite harboring some frustration with him, you relent and grant him entry, realizing that your friendship transcends momentary disagreements, and his presence outweighs any temporary grievances. "what're you doing here?" you ask, crossing your arms and raising your eyebrows.

he moves his hands to his mask and pulls it over his head—your jaw drops. "i'm really sorry about snapping at you. i know you can handle yourself, and i shouldn't have doubted that." he apologizes, and when he sees your confused face, he continues, "my name is peter parker, and i would really like you to let me take you out on a date."

you don't respond, just step forward and fling your arms around his neck, "thank you," you say, your hands playing with the locks of hair at his neck.

peter chuckles, "for what?"

"trusting me."

as you embrace peter, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. the tension that had been building between you since your disagreement dissipates in the warmth of the moment. you pull back slightly, looking into his masked eyes with a soft smile.

"i appreciate your apology, peter," you say, your voice sincere. "and i accept it. i understand why you reacted the way you did, but i'm glad we can move past it."

peter returns your smile, his eyes crinkling. "i'm glad too. i hate knowing that i upset you."

you shake your head, stepping back to give him some space. "it's okay, really. we're both still figuring this out."

he nods, his expression turning more serious. "yeah, we are. but I know one thing for sure—i want to get to know you better."

a warmth spreads through your chest at his words. despite the chaos of his double life as spiderman and your own everyday struggles, he still wants to make time for you. it's both exhilarating and reassuring.

"i'd like that," you reply softly, feeling a flutter of excitement in your stomach. "i'd like that a lot."

peter's smile brightens, and he takes a step closer, reaching out to gently brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "great. how about we start with that date? just you, me, and no crime-fighting distractions."

you chuckle, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders at the prospect of spending time together without the looming threat of danger. "that sounds perfect."

"good," peter says, his voice warm and genuine. "i'll make sure it's something special."

as you stand there, gazing into peter's eyes, you feel a sense of anticipation building within you. despite the uncertainties that lie ahead, you know that whatever comes your way, you'll face it together. with a newfound sense of determination and hope, you take peter's hand, ready to embark on this new chapter of your relationship.

[wxshing-aep]

Hi ! It's great to see you back and writing again<3 i was wondering if you were planning on continuing one rule? I'm not the only one who really loved it a while ago and would love to see how the story plays out<3 no pressure, i guess i'd really appreciate some closure on whether it's an abandoned series or if there's still some hope for it lol :3

But seriously it's great to see you back posting, i was quite worried there i'm guessing you're feeling better<3

xx

hello hello hello. so I’ve gotten quite a few asks abt this fic and in all honesty I just don’t rlly have many ideas for how to continue the plot. It’s been a while and I didn’t realize that so many ppl were waiting on it, but if anyone has any ideas feel free to send them my way and I’d be happy to finish it!

[lostalioth]

𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬

→ premise: peter needed to test how strong the new formula for his web shooters is so why not get his gf’s help, and have a little fun with it. its not like he had millions of other more scientific ways to test its strength.

→ pairing: tasm!peter x fem!reader

→ warnings: smut | 18+, bondage [with peters webs], fingering, small edging, peter possibly ooc, nicknames [baby, princess]

→ a/n: kinktober 04

Sure Peter had plenty of other ways he could test out the strength of his newly formulated web fluid. But you were just so eager to help your boyfriend out, always asking him if there was something you could do. Sewing up gashes and holes in his spider suit, patching him up after a fight, etc. So why not enlist the help of his pretty girlfriend instead of testing it out the same old boring way he always did. Of course being unaware of his little scheme you innocently and sweetly said yes when he asked if you'd help him out with an experiment. That was how you ended up in Peter's bed, hands restrained together and stuck to the headboard with his webs.

His body was currently nestled between your spread legs, eyes roaming your body before fixing on your face. Your lower half is entirely exposed, the breeze from his open window nipping at your skin making you squirm. “This wasn't what I thought you meant when you asked for help, and I said yes Peter” you whine and buck your hips into his touch as his hands roam up your sides, rubbing and caressing your body. You can feel the cool metal of the singular web shooter strapped to his left wrist. “Oh this is fully what I intended when I asked baby, tug all you want, squirm all you want” he coos as he uncovers your breasts by pushing your shirt up to reveal them. “Need to test how strong the new formula is” he explains softly as his right hand falls between your open thighs, middle and ring fingers nudging open your slit and rubbing through your folds. Slick immediately collecting on the tips of his slender fingers.

With a sharp intake of breath you twist your body and try shifting your hips away from his hands. His free hand that has the web shooter aims towards your writhing leg and shoots webs that wrap your ankle tethering it to his foot board. “You sure this wasn’t what you intended, princess? You're so wet for me” he emphasizes his tease with a tilt of his head, smirking softly as his two fingers push at your hole.

You whine and push your hips back on his hand trying to get them inside you, your hole clenching at the small intrusion. “I missed you Pete, you've been so busy” you explain and look through your lashes at your boyfriend hovering over you, your eyes full of longing and love. “Awww well i'm here now baby” he leans down and presses his lips to yours just as his two fingers push knuckle deep inside you. You let out a short surprised moan against his lips as you kiss back greedily. You tug at the webs around your wrists, hands desperate and itching to touch Peter. “Keep tugging baby, try your hardest, you can do it” he mumbles into your mouth, his words both encouraging and mocking before humming when you whine in response. Goosebumps rise on your skin from the pleasure, his free hand coming to pin your hips down holding them still.

Pumping his fingers in and out of your leaking cunt, a sloppy squelching sound filling the room along with your muffled whimpers and moans. “Fuck!~” you let out a plaintive cry and pull away from peters mouth when his thumb is added in, stimulating your clit. Rubbing small circles on your bundle of nerves as his fingers speed up their movement, making your mouth fall open and your head fall back against his pillows. Your hands tug as well as your leg at his webbing, the action doing nothing to tear or unstick it. A heat spreading through your body, you liked this idea of him tying you up with his webs more than you could’ve guessed, the heat settling and growing in the pit of your stomach.

“Come on baby, i don't think your tryin’ hard enough to break out” he taunts as his long fingers find that spongy spot deep inside you and start abusing it, the rough pad of his tongue speeding up its circles. “Gonna have you cumming before you break the webs princess” he chuckles softly and leans down to kiss along the exposed column of your neck. Your head goes fuzzy from his mouth on you, his fingers ruthlessly thrusting inside you, the feeling of him all over you. “Can’t- I can’t do it Pete, i cant break em’ fuck- please baby im gonna cum!” you whine and cry out, your eyes squeezed shut as you teeter on the edge of your climax.

He grabs ahold of your chin and moves your head up the movement forces your eyes open, you stare into his deep brown eyes, his pupils blown.

“Not yet baby, the experiment hasn't gone on long enough, need to see if they break” his voice comes out sweet yet concedesing as he crashes his lips against yours to muffle your wanton moan.

Truthfully Peter had gotten enough information from all your squirming and pulling that he figured it was strong enough, he was just having far too much fun playing with his pretty girlfriend.

→ a/n: i havent written for tasm!peter in a bit so I feel like he’s possibly out of character ? Idk I felt rusty when writing him

[uhhhj13iguess]

isn't that crazy?

peter parker x fem!reader

summary: reader storms into peter's apartment, upset over her last tinder date being a complete tool and refusing to eat her out. peter gets a little... distracted.

wc: ~2.1k

cw: ! MDNI ! not full smut, but descriptions of peter being hard, talking about oral (fem!receiving), dry humping, hints of peter being an absoulte munch, swearing, peter getting so embarassed he makes half-jokes to himself about suicide, friends to lovers sexual tension babyyyyyyyyyy

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he didn't mean it. honestly.

in fact, there's nothing peter wanted more in this moment than not to be painfully hard. but here he was, and he didn't know what the fuck to do.

you had let yourself into his apartment with your spare, angrily marching down his hallway already yelling, up in arms about your latest shitty tinder hook up. his bedroom door slammed open, causing him to jump from where he was working at his desk. he looked to you with wide eyes as you continued the rant you'd started upon entering the threshold of his apartment.

"i mean, seriously? i give you the best head of your life, and you return with saying how 'disgusting' going down on me would be? and then you have the audacity to get mad at me when i don't want to fuck you? what the fuck is wrong with the men of new york?!"

you threw yourself down on his bed, frustrated sighs wracking through your chest as you attempted to calm yourself down, hands rough in your hair. peter stared back with bewilderment, and unfortunately, upon the thought of eating you out, an insane hard-on.

it's not like you hadn't talked about sex in the past five years of knowing peter, the two of you told each other everything. peter had just never seen you so... vulgar about it. so frustrated. he knew he needed to come up with a response — hell, he should've a solid thirty seconds ago — but he was currently willing his blood to stay in the upper half of his body, failing miserably as he couldn't fight off images of you spread for him out of his mind.

"what do you think, pete?" your voice snapped him back to earth.

"w-what?"

you gave a shrug, staring down at your lap and thankfully not seeing peter adjust himself and bring a sweatshirt into his own lap.

"i dunno, maybe i'm being the crazy one here. is it so bad to want head in return?" you stared at him expectantly, like you hadn't just asked him the most insane question he'd ever heard.

he shook his head a little too quickly, mentally cringing at how awkward he was being. parker, pull your shit together!

"no," he responded honestly. "i don't think you're being crazy." i think he's crazy for not wanting to.

you gave another heavy sigh, this time your turn to shake your head. "this is the third guy in a row who was appalled i even dare to bring it up. isn't that fucking crazy?"

peter nodded as though he was in a trance, eyes glossy as he stared at you. his reply fell to a whisper, not trusting the pitch of his own voice right now. "fucking crazy."

he held your gaze for a while as you sat in a comfortable silence. maybe for you, peter, however, was looking for any possible exit strategy that could come his way. his mind was going a million miles per hour, rushing thoughts of having you under him keeping him twitching against his sweatpants. he shifted in his seat, a lapse of judgment on peter's end as the sweatshirt in his lap moved against his groin, a sharp exhale falling from his gaped lips as he did everything in his power to hold back a moan.

if you noticed, you didn't let him know, giving him a soft smile as you stood from his bed to walk closer, gaze now heavy on the physics notes sprawled on the desk. you leaned over his shoulder, a hand on the back of his chair to stabilize yourself as you peered down.

"i'm sorry for complaining about my trashy sex life, this looks a thousand times more important. jesus, what even is all this?"

you leaned down further, your chest now brushing against his shoulder blade as you skimmed the papers, breath hot against his ear. normally, your proximity was no issue for peter — you've been best friends for years, touch wasn't foreign. but with his current circumstances, your touch against him was sending his senses into overdrive, and he was going to combust.

"j-just... physics... i-i guess." he stuttered, not daring to move his head a millimeter as your cheek nearly grazed his own.

you gave a gentle chuckle, the sound earning a groan deep in peter's throat before he knew to stop it. "yeah, i could figure out that much, parker. what's up with you? you're being weird."

you pull back slightly to adjust, immediately turning around to sit on peter's knee. again, it was something you'd done hundreds of times before with no other thoughts or implications, but with the sinful chains around his thoughts right now, it only threw him off more. you went to grab the sweatshirt in his lap, hoping to shift onto him more comfortably. he immediately grabbed your hand to stop you.

"no! i-i mean, i'm fine. i'm not being weird." he let go of your hand, crossing his arms and giving you a shrug, his best attempt at coming off nonchalant. his best wasn't good enough.

"yeah right, peter. what's your prob-" while speaking, you had grabbed for the sweatshirt quicker this time, using the momentum to immediately swing your leg over both his thighs to sit in his lap properly. you sat down fully, cheeks instantly flushing pink, "oh."

there were many times in his life when peter thought about ending it all, but none as much as now. he was going to have to either move countries, or jump from the empire state without his web shooters. those were the only two options circling his head as his wide eyes met yours, a red tint taking over his entire upper body.

"i'm so sorry, h-holy shit," he breathed out, grabbing at your hips to lift you off of him so he could get out of here as quickly as possible. you resisted him, though, doing what you could to fight against him and stay firmly planted on his lap. that made him panic even more. because, of course. he wasn't going to have time to kill himself. you were going to kill him first.

"i-i tried to, i don't... i'm so sorry."

you put your hands on his chest, a genuine look of bewilderment splayed across your features. "is that... is this because of me? what i was talking about?"

not only were you going to kill him, you were going to torment him about it first. and he knew he deserved it.

"pete—"

"i'm so sorry, please let me go, i didn't, i—"

"pete, listen to me."

"this is so embarrassing, i really didn't mean to—"

"peter," you let out his name in a voice he hadn't heard before, something torn between a growl and a moan — all while dragging your hips up against him. he gave a shaky exhale at the pressure, the feeling of you rutting against his cock stopping his guilty rambling.

you found his gaze, his pupils blown and irises dark, a direct correlation to the twitching of his cock as you gave him another soft roll of your hips. his hands found your hips again, holding you firmly in place to stop the teasing movement. his brows knit together, geunine confusion plastered across his face.

"what... what are you doing?" he was breathless, chest heaving as he stared back at you. you hesitantly reached a hand to his hair, palm splaying out on his scalp as your thumb traced circles on his temple. even in his worst possible moments, you were there to calm him down. he had absolutely no idea why you weren't yelling at him, or what you were even still doing here, but he wasn't going to fight it. he melted into your touch, and his breathing hitched as you leaned in closer.

"have you always felt this way?" you whispered, breath against his cheeks sending goosebumps across his body.

"felt... what?" he tried to play dumb, despite the fact that you could also feel how excruciatingly hard he was against you. when he daydreamed about confessing he was in love with you, this was never a scenario in his head.

you let your hand graze slowly down the side of his face, fingers coming to trace his sculpted jawline. his breath didn't just hitch at this point, he was pretty sure his lungs stopped working entirely.

"why haven't you ever said anything?" it wasn't angry, it was a genuine question.

he let out a scoff, a hand leaving your hip to scratch the back of his neck, embarrassment covering his features for the hundredth time this evening. "yeah, well. this isn't exactly how you want to tell your best friend you love her."

your eyes widened, and peter's followed, realization of his words hitting him.

"you love me?"

"holy shit, that's, i didn't, oh my god that's—"

peter's panic was cut off and replaced with awe as he felt your lips crash against his, a feeling he'd been dreaming of since the day he'd met you back in high school. he immediately reciprocated, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and letting a long overdue moan escape from his lips. you smiled against it, both hands interlocking with those brown curls you'd been dying to run your hands through, just like this.

peter nipped at your bottom lip, earning a sharp gasp from you that allowed his tongue much-needed entry into your mouth. the kiss was nothing short of hungry, years of pent-up feelings being released hot and noisily as peter bruised his lips against yours.

he pulled back sharply, out of breath and looking at you as though you weren't real. "wait, i dont... you...?"

you laughed at the lack of his question, though instantly understanding him. you gave a soft nod, a blush creeping over your cheeks as you brought your hands to cup his face. while the kiss was downright sinful, the way you looked at him filled him with nothing but reverence.

"every shitty tinder date happened after i chickened out of telling you how i felt. i just couldn't stand to lose you, peter." you added sadly.

he gave you a knowing look, nodding in agreement. "i know what you mean," he squeezed your hips, a contagious smirk controlling his lips. "wait, you've been going on shitty tinder dates since we moved out for college three years ago."

you returned the smirk, fingers trailing down to ghost the tendons in his neck. "i know."

peter pulled you in again, no longer embarrassed at the desperate noises escaping his throat as he attacked your lips, this kiss somehow hungrier than the last. you grinded down against him again, a raspy "fuck" leaving his swollen lips as he held a firm grip on your hips to keep you moving.

you chuckled at his desperation.

"you're telling me i could've been doing this the whole time instead of shitty jocks thinking its gross to make a woman feel good?" you sighed out as he trailed down your neck, teeth nipping and bruising your soft flesh as he continued to move against your hips, leaving you to soak up the feeling out how hard he was underneath you.

peter groaned in frustration, standing quickly with you still wrapped around his hips. he held you with one arm as though you weighed nothing, lips still attached to the pulse point in your neck. he used the other to catch himself as he threw you down onto his bed. you gasped, your back hitting the soft mattress as you took in peter's frame over you, hands on either side of your head.

he pulled back from his artwork on your neck, his jaw clenched. "i can't believe anyone could ever tell you such nonsense,"

he leaned down again to peck at your lips, hands making their way down to explore your sides. "i can't tell you what an honor it is to even think about how good you taste," he growled in your ear.

you gave a gasp, his words alone enough to have your cunt aching, as if you hadn't been since the second you sat down on his lap. "you... you think about that?"

he let out a chuckle as he sat back, his hands teasingly making their way to the button of your jeans. he ran his fingers under your waistline as his other hand tugged at your zipper, the feeling of your muscles tensing under his touch driving him absolutely crazy.

"more times than you could torture out of me," he pulled your jeans down, nearly finishing in his sweats at the sight of the delicate lace underwear against your burning skin.

"can i show you what i think about, sweetheart?"

[ptergwen]

can you do a fic where one of the peters (garfield or holland) is making out with the reader and starts to kiss and bite her neck and the little sounds she makes drives him insane

three strikes

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w/c: 655

warnings: making out, suggestiveness

a/n: i went with tasm!peter hehe, def a fluffier approach to it but so so adorable & i hope you enjoy! keep the reqs coming y'all <3

winter in the city is magical. everything in the park is covered in a light dusting of snow, all the stone pathways and the trees, couples hand in hand and kids playing. then, there's peter. he's looking up at the sky with his tongue stuck out. he's so focused on trying to catch snowflakes that he doesn't notice you digging your hands into the snow, collecting a handful.

something hits peter's chest; a snowball. he looks across the way, where you're smiling mischievously. he brushes the snow off his jacket, chuckling. you're already making another snowball.

"i dunno, babe. i wouldn't do that if i were you."

despite peter's warning, you aim your arm to throw.

"you're playing with fire, you know that?"

"no, i’m playing with snow."

"oh, that's cute. really cute."

you promptly hit peter with the snowball. he raises a challenging eyebrow, and you know you're in for it. you start to run away, giggling, peter chasing after you. he's quick to catch up. he grabs your waist and pins you against a streetlight, breathing out smoke into the cold air through laughter.

"you wanna try that again?"

peter's gaze darts between your eyes and lips. you bite back a grin.

"kind of."

"what a shame. it'd be strike three."

"what happens after strike three?"

"you wouldn't get this."

peter leans in and kisses you. you loop your arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. he hums in content, hands squeezing your waist and lips trailing over to your cheek. he pecks both your cheeks, your nose, just above your lips, peppering kisses all over your face until you're giggling and trying to push him away.

"no, no, no, stop! that tickles!"

peter kisses down your chin and back up, across your forehead, over to your temple. you grin despite yourself, tugging at his locks that are damp with snow.

"i’m serious, pete! stop it!"

"no can do, babe. can't help myself, you're just too damn cute."

peter pecks your cheek a few times, earning a noise of protest.

"so cute i could eat you up."

"nuh uh."

you pull the zipper of your jacket all the way up so it's covering the lower half of your face.

"yeah huh."

peter leaves big, lingering kisses on your forehead, each one punctuated with a mwah. when you realize he's not going to let up, you finally concede. you uncover your face and capture his lips with yours, the only way to make him stop. your nose nudges his, head tilting to look at him.

"are you done?"

"not even close."

peter kisses you again. you kiss him back, smiling into it. he moves your jacket out of the way and continues his kiss attack, this time on your neck. you let him have his fun, enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. you squeal when he finds one particular spot and nips at it.

"pete! what're you doing?"

"i told you, eating you up."

he playfully bites at your neck between a series of kisses, arms locked around your waist, drawing the most adorable sounds out of you that he can't get enough of. you thread your fingers through his hair.

"don't forget we're in public, mister."

your tone doesn't match your words, unconvincing, and you're resting your head on the lamp pole so peter has more access. he smirks.

"i know, they're just love bites."

he starts to suck at your neck. the pressure is light, but enough to leave a hickey. you play with his fluffy hair, letting out a noise between a sigh and a moan. you feel the vibrations from peter laughing. you feel something poking at your thigh, too.

"and you're telling me we're in public? whew, i think we'd better get you home."

"you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

peter answers by holding you in place and kissing down your neck, making you breathless from laughter.

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[iridescentparkers]

lessons in sexting ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

warnings: very suggestive! (18+)

“PETER!” you exclaimed, and he dropped inside of your bedroom window. You lay on your shared bed where you once waited for him to arrive. He yanked off his mask and crawled between your legs, quickly placing his hand along your waist and head buried in your chest. “What’s wrong?”

“I can never go outside again,” he muffled, turning his face to the side as he remained on your chest. 

“What are you talking about?”

He dug around in his pocket before grabbing his phone and scrolling to find a picture of himself. Lying down, his sight refused to meet yours as his head remained turned to the side, and he raised his phone to your face. “Read the text.” 

The photo was quite…shameful. In the photo, the phone was angled downwards towards the bottom half of his thin, sweaty suit. Peter was unbelievably hard and gripping his erection above the material. The upper half of the photo showed Peter’s teeth gripping his mask, drippings of sweat falling down his face. Underneath it was a text that read, “Baby, I miss you <3” 

“I didn’t get this text-” 

“Look up,” he murmured, and you moved your eyes to see that he sent it to Harry. You couldn’t help but laugh, Peter then groaned into your body and placed his hands on his face. 

“Is business rough these days? I didn’t realize Spiderman offered this kind of service.” You laughed, slamming his phone down on the bed. 

“Please.” he began, “He hasn’t responded 'cause it's late but I know he will never let this die.” 

“I don’t know if I will either!” 

“I missed, you!” He exclaimed. “It was getting boring and hot in that suit.”

“If it helps,” you whispered, running your fingers through his unkempt hair. “You looked good.”

“Really good?” He murmured, moving his eyes up to your face before placing kisses on the top of your breasts.

“Mmm hmm,” you hummed, nodding as Peter moved to hover above your body, placing you beneath him as he kissed you deeply. “Really good.”

[lqveharrington]

Double Surprise | R.L.

summary: The Marauders and Lily come over for Christmas Dinner but you and Remus have a little surprise for them all.

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

includes: mentions of sex, talks of pregnancy, drinking, sirius and reader acting like siblings, overall just fluff

a/n: this idea came to me randomly 🤷‍♀️ (and it’s not even Christmas time yet??)

Ever since you fell for Remus all those years ago, you knew he was the one you wanted to be with forever. He did as well. You went from talking, to dating, to engaged, and the latest: married. And every single time you fell harder and harder for him.

So it was no surprise that you wanted a child with him. A mini version of your love right beside you. After a long conversation with a worried Remus, you both decided it was time. You were able to soothe his thoughts about the full moon and a baby at the same time which you knew was his greatest worry. He didn’t want to accidentally turn you nor the baby into what he was.

With many nights of trying — although both of you could argue that some of those nights were much more passionate than others — you were finally pregnant with his child. There was no other way to tell your friends about the news except over Christmas dinner, of course.

“How do I look?” You bit the tip of your thumbnail in anticipation, looking at yourself through the mirror hung in the hallway. “Presentable enough?”

It wasn’t like you were scared to tell them… Actually, you were beyond terrified to tell them, especially Lily. She was practically a sister to you at Hogwarts and you always told her everything that happened in your life. And having a baby was the most important news of all.

“Gorgeous as always, dovey.” Remus murmured as he carefully wrapped his arms around you with his hand placed on your stomach, cradling the growing fetus.

You weren’t showing at all. You were barely two months, but you knew he meant it as a comforting gesture. You tilted your head to look at him properly and smiled when he placed a gentle kiss to your lips.

You parted and bit your lip softly, smiling even harder as you looked between his eyes. “What was that for?”

“Just admiring the one I love.” He nudged his nose with yours and kissed you once more.

The moment was sweet enough to give you a cavity, but the rapid knocking from your front door caused the both of you to snap out of it. You lean your head on his shoulder and shut your eyes for a second, letting yourself stay in comfort for a little longer.

Finally — after more aggressive knowing from the door — you sigh and press a loving kiss to his lips. “Get the door, please? I need to check on dinner.”

“You just don’t want get cold.” Remus patted your hip as you sent him a cheeky smile.

“You know me so well.” You blow him an air kiss as you sauntered into the warmth of the kitchen.

But even from the kitchen you could hear the shouts of the people at the door, which amused you beyond all doubt. Sirius — of course — was the loudest voice you could make out. His shouting loud enough for the neighbors to hear over the thickening snow.

“Moony, let us in! It’s freezing!” Sirius shouted as he pounded on the door with his fist, teeth chattering.

The next voice you heard was James. And it was no surprise to you that he used his wife’s name to get Remus to open the door faster.

“You don’t want Evans to freeze, do you?”

Finally, you heard Lily’s voice through the thick door. “It’s Potter now, but we all know I’m still your favorite, Rem!”

You snickered when you finally heard the door unlock and feet stumbling into the warmth of your house. The clunking of boots and your coat rack filled the air as you pulled the food out of the oven.

“Oh, thank Godric.” Sirius immediately collapsed onto the arm chair, propping his feet up toward the fire place. “I couldn’t feel any of my bloody fingers.”

Lily hastily placed her coat into James’ hand before directing her attention to the Welsh man beside her. “Remus, I love you, but I love your wife so much more.”

At that, you perked up and rushed into the living room, colliding with Lily and crushing her in a tight hug. “It’s my favorite Potter!”

“Hey—“

“Says you, Mrs. Lupin.” Lily kissed both your cheek and held you in front of herself to get a better look at your figure.

Thankfully, you wore a comfy sweater that covered your barely showing bump. Lily rubbed your arms, smiling so bright it challenged the sun’s rays. You tuck strands of hair behind your ears, face radiating pure joy.

“How did we both get so lucky?” You return her smile and lead her into the kitchen with questions trailing after. “How are you?”

James looked at Sirius and Remus in disbelief, still surprised that the girls left them faster than the speed of light. Remus shrugged and still had a lovesick look on his face.

“Yeah, I’m not doing that.” James propped his coat and Lily’s on the rack and snapped his fingers in front of Remus, sighing when he glared at him.

“Are you sure?” Sirius wiggled his eyebrows and nudged Remus with his elbow. “It could be fun.”

“You two are so weird.” Remus rolled his eyes and left them to set up the dining table, shaking his head when he heard the two of them bickering as they followed him.

“You’re part of this friend group!”

As the smell of Christmas dinner filled the house — along with chatter from all of you — it was finally time to reveal your surprise to the group. They were merely talking amongst themselves as they ate dinner, oblivious to the glances you kept sparing to your husband.

You were still anxious about how the reveal would go down. Noticing this, Remus brought your hand up and kissed the back of it with a look a reassurance. Now you knew you had to tell them.

“Mm, you know the Longbottoms? They have a child on the way.” Lily drank from her iced tea as she told you the latest gossip she heard since the last time she saw you.

“Really? It seems like everyone we know is.” Sirius swirled his wine around before downing it all in one go.

You grimaced at him, masking your face when he made eye contact with you.

He glanced around at the table and gave you and Lily confused looks, refilling his wine in the process. “Hang on now, how come you,” He pointed a finger toward your figure. “And you,” He then pointed at Lily. “Aren’t drinking wine? Christmas is the best time to drink some.”

“Saving it for the in-laws.” You waved a hand around and did your best not to project nervousness. “Besides, Remus isn’t drinking either.”

Sirius stuck his tongue out at you then quickly retreated when you sent him a dirty glare. He was about to protest when Remus interrupted. Remus knew that you two fought like siblings and it wasn’t needed today.

“Speaking of gifts…” Remus squeezed your hand and grabbed your attention once more. “Dovey got you guys early gifts.”

You nod slowly and clear your throat, letting excitement take over when you saw Lily light up. “We’re going over to his parents’ house for Christmas and I really want to see your reaction to this present. It’s one that can’t that long.”

As you stood up to find the presents for them, Remus guided them over to the living room right in front of the Christmas tree. The three of them sat across the carpet like children on Christmas morning. You handed them their gifts and took a seat next to Remus, his arm naturally moving across your shoulder.

Before Sirius could even tear into his gift, you stuck your hands out to stop him. He frowned and crossed his arms, almost like he was a child.

“Sirius— I want you all to open them at the same time.” You swiftly spoke and fiddled with Remus’ fingers instead, effectively calming yourself down.

All together, the three of them opened their gifts and suddenly, gasps filled the air. Lily and James’ mouths were gaping and you couldn’t tell if it was good or bad sign.

“What do you guys think?” You bit the inside of your cheek and leaned your head in Remus’ shoulder, trying to defuse the nervousness creeping up your body.

Sirius huffed and spun the picture a thousand times without looking at the other gift inside. “I can’t tell what it is… What’s written on it?”

“You’re kidding.” James looked between you and Remus before down to your stomach, running his fingers through his hair.

“Really? You’re being so serious right now?” Lily twisted the ends of her tissue paper in excitement, ready to jump all around the room.

“Hey, wait—“ Sirius tried to intervene, still clueless to what the photo was supposed to be portraying.

“Congratulations! The odds of this happening is pretty slim.” James stood and clapped Remus’ back, giving you both happy looks.

Your face twisted in confusion as you looked up at James, Lily trailing right behind. “What do you mean?”

“Me too.” Lily placed a delicate hand on her stomach, making you gasp in return.

“Really?” Your eyes shined brightly, grasping her hands in yours.

“Yeah, just found out a couple of weeks ago.” She shrugged and watched James and Remus converse about the new fatherhood they would embark together.

“Congratulations, Lils!” You giddily exclaimed and pulled her into another soul crushing hug.

Lily laughed in enjoyment. Not only was she happy you were pregnant, but she was overjoyed by the fact you were pregnant as the same time as her. Although you were ahead by a little.

“What is happening?” Sirius whined, throw the paper onto the ground before looking inside the gift once more. Once he found the onesie that said he was going to be an uncle, everything clicked into place. “Ohh…”

“You poor thing.” Remus rolled his eyes before meeting your happy eyes.

You radiated pure joy because of today and he swore that this memory would be etched into his mind forever. No matter what happened, he knew you always had someone to talk to about anything. He pulled your waist and kissed the top of your head, knowing damn well your face was red.

“I’m so happy for you, dovey.” He murmured softly and rubbed your stomach. “I love you more everyday.”

You look up and smile back, “I love you too, Rem.”

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[im-sleepdeprived]

can you do one where peter gets hurt a little bit and gets all whiny and crap and the reader is trying so hard to stay focused. LOVE YOUR STORIES BRO!!!!!

I LOVE THIS IDEA !!! it’s definitely such a peter thing to do. here’s a short, cutesy little thing, i hope you like it and im sorry it took me so long to get back to you💞✨ !! warnings are just peter being a big whiny baby whose desperate for affection, small mentions of injuries, 1,3k wc <333

“Ow!”

“Peter, be quiet! Stop whining, I’m almost done.”

“I’m in pain, baby,” he whined. 

It hadn’t been a surprise to be disturbed by a knock on your window, Peter usually stopped by after patrol which was why you’d started leaving it open for him. But when he hadn’t slid the window open after those few soft taps, you’d gotten a little worried. 

So you’d gotten out of bed to open for him, only to find your boyfriend perched before you, mask off, pouting heavily at you. 

Of course, you’d helped him in and gotten him laying across your bed so you could start to clean him up. You’d started keeping a first-aid-kit at hand since you’d found out he was Spider-Man. It had been of great use. 

But it hadn’t taken you long to realize that his wounds, as far as his usual patrol wounds went, weren’t bad. Not at all. In fact, you were positive that he could’ve gone home, slept the rest of the night, and woken up good as new as if nothing had happened in the first place. Maybe your boyfriend had forgotten that he had super-healing abilities. 

Or maybe he just liked the way you babied him.

“Oh, are you now?” You asked, glancing up at him with a raised brow. There was really nothing for you to do other than wipe the few cuts and scratches with antiseptic and place small bandaids over them. He just enjoyed pestering you.

“Yes,” he said so seriously, you almost laughed. This Peter was a stark contrast to actually-injured-Peter, who would do everything he could to assure you he was fine when he was literally bleeding out before your eyes. You didn’t like that. At least this was funny. 

“Petey, baby,” you laughed softly, adjusting a small bandaid on the high of his cheekbone where he’d had a small scrape. “You’re actually pretty put together tonight. Must’ve been a pretty quiet night, hm?”

“No,” he sighed dramatically, grabbing the wrist by his face gently, keeping you close to him. “No, it was horrible sweetheart, I’m gonna need extra care tonight. You know, to help the trauma.”

Shaking with laughter, you leaned in and pecked his cheek, right beside the cut you’d just bandaged. “The ‘trauma’, Petey? Really?”

A large, dopey grin broke over his face as you pecked his cheek and he squeezed you wrist a little. “There. That’s perfect, such a big help sweetheart, you have no idea what you do for me. You make the pain bearable, pretty girl.” 

You rolled your eyes affectionately, pressing another kiss to his cheek. “There, all better?” You asked him as you pulled away where you were met with a scowl.

“Y/N, honey, I’m suffering! I’m knocking on death’s door, angel! Give me something!”

You absolutely lost it at that, falling back onto the bed in a fit of giggles. “I can’t help you when all you do is whine!” When you opened your eyes, Peter was hovering over you, trying to keep his little facade of being upset and in pain, which was fruitless with the large smile blooming on his lips.

“You’re so mean, you know that?”

“Oh really? I’m the mean one?”

“Yes! You just found out your boyfriend, the love of your life, your future husband, the father of your future children—”

“What?!”

“—is dying, and what do you do? You laugh!!”

Another laugh escaped you, this time the sound infecting Peter as well. “I-if you’re dying, doesn’t that mean you won’t be my husband or the ‘father of my future children?” You manage out between laughs.

Peter gasped offendedly. “I…I…” he tried to defend himself to no avail. You’d caught him. 

You laughed even harder. “It’s okay, Petey. I’ll tell my future children all about you.”

He didn’t seem to like that very much. In one swift motion, his hands were on your hips, picking you up as he laid back on the bed again, his back pressed against the headboard before he plopped you down onto his lap.

“Oh hi,” you grinned at him, loosely looping your arms over his shoulders, his own hands coming to rest on your waist.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he murmured, his eyes soft and loving as he looked up at you.

Leaning down, you pressed your forehead against his. Peter’s hands tightened on your waist, tugging you closer till your chest was pressed against his. 

“I have another wound you haven’t patched up for me yet.” He spoke softly. 

“Yeah?” You asked, fully expecting him to be playing a bit, the smile already starting to tug at the corners of your lips. “Where, sweetie?”

He smiled right back at you, sticking his hand between where your chests were pressed together and pressing on the spider emblem on the center of his suit, making the fabric deflate with a soft breath and flood around him.

Pushing the suit away for him, you noticed a scratch on his chest you hadn’t realized was there before, making you frown. It wasn’t deep and it wasn’t bleeding, but it was long and a harsh shade of red, the skin around it tinged pink with irritation, and it definitely could’ve used a cleaning. 

“Petey, baby, why didn’t you show me this before?” You asked softly, shifting in his lap as you leaned over to grab the kit again. 

Peter sighed, biting back a smile. This was exactly what he’d needed, that soft, gentle voice of yours you used on him whenever he stopped by bruised and banged up. “Why, you think it’s bad sweetheart?”

“No, no, thank god…” you muttered as you got to work on the scratch. “But I bet it burns. Does it hurt, honey?”

“Yeah,” he answered, letting out a soft groan for show as he leaned further back against your headboard. One of his hands left your waist and found it’s way to your hair, playing with the strands and giving one a gentle tug every now and them. 

“Peter,” you grumble, refusing to look up at him.

“Your hair is so soft.” He murmured in awe, as if he’d never seen anything like it before. 

“Genetics.” You deadpanned. “Now stop distracting me, I’m trying to help you!”

“You are helping me, pretty girl. Just watching that gorgeous face while you bandage me up is doing half the healing already.” Another tug to your hair. 

You swatted his hand away before poking his side with a soft smile. “No bandages for this one, sorry Pete. I’m just gonna have to heal you with kisses.”

“That sounds great,” he beamed widely. “Your kisses make me heal way faster than bandages, trust me, I speak from experience.”

Ignoring him, you leaned down and peppered a few soft kisses along his chest, staying beside the cut but never kissing the wound itself. You could feel his breathing stutter, the rhythmic movements of his chest turning irregular beneath your lips. 

Peter hands on your waist tightened, his grip pushing you down on his lap. “Baby…” his voice was a soft, desperate thing, a deepness in his tone that made your stomach flip. Well that wasn’t right. 

You sat back up, picking up a leg to swing over and slide off his lap but his hands on your waist slid down to your thighs quickly, stopping you.

“What’re you doing, pretty girl?” The utter betrayal on his face almost had you second-guessing what you’d done for something way worse. “Why’d you stop?”

“You’re hurt, Petey,” you answered simply, “we’re not doing anything tonight.”

“W-what? I’m not hurt, no, I’m fine! I’m perfect!”

“Really? I thought you were at death’s door.”

“Oh that…Yeah, no, he sent me away. Said it wasn’t my time.”

“Right, of course,” you murmured, nodding your head with all seriousness.

“Your kisses were working,” he stated sincerely, “you have to keep going!”

“Whatever you say, handsome.” You smiled, leaning in to press your lips to his. 

[ash5monster01]

Thinking of maybe cutting off the diner at 20 orders (I’m at 16 now) and once all those are done, consider taking more or not. Also, no one has ordered a hot dog or some nachos yet, maybe those last four orders could be one of them 👀

[electrosuite]

shower sex with peter plsssss

warnings: swearing, unprotected sex, shower sex, oral sex

word count: 774

masterlist

Peter was especially dirty tonight. Being thrown into a puddle of mud that soaked through his suit meant that he was literally caked in dirt and blood. You wound up putting the suit into a trash bag for the time being to avoid it getting everything else dirty, shoving it under your bed so no one found it.

You hated seeing him after a fight, all bruised and bloody. Turns out New York City had a huge villain problem that you didn't know about before you met him.

You watched him in the mirror as he stepped into the shower, even his ass dirty. You stripped yourself bare and followed him in. He was just standing under the water with his eyes closed, sighing of relief at the feeling of the hot water.

You placed your hands on his sides, eventually sliding them all the way around and hugging him from behind. You pressed your cheek against his shoulder blade and he tipped his head back to lean it against your scalp.

You were careful not to hurt him, but you weren't gentle enough. A couple of his ribs had been cracked and were hurting his lungs. But, to be completely honest, your arms around him was welcomed. He needed a hug, especially one from you.

After a few seconds, he turned around to face you. He cupped your face in his hands and kissed you gently, water now hitting the back of his neck.

He swapped your positions, putting you under the stream. He slowly pushed you against the wall, the water hitting the top of his head and flowing down your faces.

His hands slid down your body to your ass and he smirked into the kiss. He squeezed a bit and you couldn't hold in the moan that conjured up.

He kissed down your body and didn't stop until he was on his knees, holding your writhing body by your hips.

"Peter," you said softly.

"Hm?"

"Why don't we take a real shower and move this to the bedroom?"

"Mm, I don't wanna."

Immediately, he kissed your clit and you shuddered. He hiked your leg over his shoulder, his other hand on the back of the straight knee.

You didn't feel like trying to persuade him to stop, and honestly any thought you had in your head was gone the second his tongue made contact.

You reached down and tangled your fingers in his wet hair, giving you a better grip on it. It didn't take long for you to be a moaning mess, him having to hold your trembling legs still.

The second he was kissing you again, it was like something took over and he was smushing his face against his. He scooped you up and wrapped your legs around his hips. He held you up with one hand — that damn Spider-Man strength — and positioned himself at your entrance with the other.

"Are you hurting?" you asked after he winced a bit.

"Not much. I'm good."

"You sure? I could always just let you take me from behind," you said seductively.

As an answer, he sunk you down onto him and you moaned, laying your head back against the wall. His lips latched onto your neck as he began thrusting, the water hitting where your bodies connected.

You'd only had sex standing once or twice before so you forgot how good it felt for your body to be completely controlled by him. Shoved against the wall, your feet not even on the ground, he could move and fuck you however he wanted to.

But tonight, it didn't seem like he would last much longer. You didn't blame him though, as he never did after he fought bad guys.

You grabbed his face and looked into his eyes, his pupils as big as his irises. Eye contact was always a big turn on for him, so you knew this would get him to cum soon.

"Peter, I want you to cum in me."

"You sure?"

You nodded. "Absolutely. Fill me up." And with that, he was slamming into you, trying to get there quickly. "Fuck, that feels so good."

Within seconds, you felt his warm cum fill you to the brim, dripping out onto the shower floor. You always loved seeing the look on his face when he came — eyebrows pointed up, mouth agape. It was hot as hell.

After a few more kisses, he put you back down on your feet and sat down on the side of the tub on top of the shower liner to catch his breath.

You smirked, washing your hair as you breathed heavily.

[lanadelreyscokewhor3]

“pretty picture”

pairing: bf!peter x fem!reader

summary: you and peter make a sex tape… hehe

word count: idk, i wrote this in 20 mins on here and it’s not proof read

warnings: smut ofc, p in v, praises, pet names, sex tape made, swearing, kissing yada yada

i hope you enjoy this, it would not leave my mind, i had to write it- i’m so sorry if it’s messy and there’s mistakes :):

“i’m nervous pete..” you giggled softly, watching as he propped up his phone on his dresser- across from where you lay in the sheets. “oh baby there’s nothing to be nervous about, you’re such a natural. don’t you wanna show the world what a pretty girl you are?” he smirked, pressing the little red button on his screen. you watched yourself in the frame, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, resting up on an elbow. “you’re silly.”

“do you really not wanna do it baby? we can stop at anytime, i promise. just wanna make you comfortable.” he murmured gentle as he walked over to you, his large body towering over yours, covering you from the camera. you peered up at him with those doe eyes that drove him wild, his hand slipping down to cup your cheek, stoking your skin softly.

“no, no i want to. youre sure i’ll be okay?”

“i promise baby. don’t even worry about the camera okay? just focus on me.” you nodded, pushing yourself up to sit as he kneeled on the bed, lifting your pj shirt over your raised arms.

“such a pretty girl. you’re a movie star.” he whispered, staring down at you in awe, as if you were an angel who had blessed the earth with your presence. as if he hadn’t seen you naked a million times. your cheeks heated under his hungry gaze.

“m’not, you’re the film director… you know more than me.” you giggled, your words sealed with a soft kiss upon your lips, tasting of fresh mint. you fell back into the pillows, his lips never leaving yours as his strong arms engulfed you, shielding you from the outside world.

“yeah, eyes on me. it’s just you and me baby okay? gonna make you feel so good, just how you like it.” he praised, kiss trailing down to your neck, giving a little nip at the exposed flesh as you withered under him.

“mmm pete-“ you trailed off with a sigh as lips kissed your breasts, teeth grazing and nipping your nipples as he teased you. your hips bucked as his hands explored down past your mid drift, tugging off your sleep shorts. “we can’t get too crazy on the first video now can we?” he smirked, eyebrow raising as his knee slid up, pushing your legs wide open.

“m-more?” you asked. “hmm, some for my own personal collection. ya know, when you’re away and i’m all alone, missing you, with my hand wrapped around my cock…” he hummed, his dirty words making you groan.

“you’re so bad.”

“and you’re so pretty. pretty and wet f’me.” he tsked, his cock brushing past your folds.

“don’t tease.”

“don’t tell me what to do love.” he whispered, tossing your legs over each shoulder, making you yelp in surprise. he slid home, filling you right to the brim. you moaned, back arched and toes curled at the feeling.

“baby- fuck this never gets old. this pretty pussy never-“ he slid out, thrusting back in firmly. “-ever gets old. so-fuckin-tight.” your eyes widened, meeting his as he fucked you deeper into the mattress.

“gimme a kiss baby.” you obeyed, hands cupping his cheeks, teeth clashing as your lips meshed with his. not once did his pace falter. you moaned into his mouth, crying at the pleasure.

“yeah fuck baby. you do make a pretty picture.” he groaned, breaking the kiss to look over at his phone, watching the way he contoured you.

“so, fuckin, pretty.”

[alwaysmoncheri]

hello! I hope you’re doing good! I would like to request a fic with tasm!peter parker or james potter if you prefer, but something where they’re making out and the reader ends up breaking his glasses? If that makes sense🫣

hi, my darling, i’m am doing very well! thank you for requesting, that makes complete sense! I’m totally watching tasm again after writing this <3

cw: fem!reader, making out, slightly suggestive (but not really), aunt may walking in, established relationship, fluff, 1.2k

<3

Peter’s mouth is on your neck while the bridge of his glasses rubs against the skin just an inch higher than his mouth. His hands stay firmly planted on your hips as you sit in his lap on his swivel chair. Your textbook and computer lay abandoned next to his on his desk in front of you.

“Peter, I have to study,” you mumble, but the sigh that escapes your lips makes your excuse less believable, “We have to study.” you add, trying you best to get yourself and peter back on track for a big exam tomorrow. Crazy for Peter or not, this test is important and you need to get a little studying in, but you can’t get Peter to keep his hands off you.

“No, we don’t.” Peter replies quickly, before biting your neck, causing you to let out squeak.

“Peter,” you practically whine, and the chuckle that falls from Peter’s mouth vibrates onto your neck, causing you to squirm in his lap. When Peter lifts his head from your neck, you’re pouting. Lips jutted out and eyebrows pinched together with pleading eyes. Oh, Peter could die right here with you in his arms. He pulls you closer, biceps and hands pressed into your sides and forearms into your stomach.

“You’re going to be fine,” Peter offers gently, pressing a much softer kiss to your cheek, allowing you to release the tension from your face, “You’ve studied plenty already.”

“But–”

“No, buts,” Peter shuts you down, gently rubbing your sides in an attempt to silence your worries. He wants to kiss you so bad, but he would never do it without your permission. And if you want to study, he’ll let you, but he doesn’t think you really do, “Kiss me?”

Peter hears you release a long, dramatic, sigh before shifting yourself in his lap so that you’re straddling him, his hands now stabilizing you by your waist. For a moment your face is expressionless and Peter can’t read you. He worries that you’re unhappy with him but when he sees a giddy smile creep onto your face, he instantly reciprocates and his worries melt away.

You lock your hands around Peter’s neck before leaning in to kiss him. At first, you kiss him softly, tenderly just because you love him. But when you lightly tug on Peter’s hair at the nape of his neck, he takes it as a sign to tug on your hips, pulling you flush against his chest and deepen the kiss. But when the bridge of you nose knocks into Peter’s glasses, you groan in momentary pain, causing his eyes to widen, hand reaching up to gently hold your cheek, the action asking if you’re okay. When you nod your head and meet his gaze, you notice his concern before it’s quickly replaced with frustration. Peter quickly tears his glasses on his face and tosses them towards his bed without sparing a glance in that direction. But when a soft crack echos from across the room, you snap your gaze towards the glasses that now lay broken at the bridge on the floor.

“Peter!” You gasp, shifting your gaze between him and the broken glasses, but no concern seems to be etched on his face.

“Don’t worry, I can get new ones,” Peter assures you, kissing the corners of your lips while his nose delicately brushes the apples of your cheeks, “I just wanna kiss you.” Peter whispers and you feel a rush of warmth spread across your face at his tone.

“Aunt May isn’t going to be happy.” You state, nervously glancing towards the door that Peter probably forgot to lock again.

“Shush, less talking, baby,” Oh god, you melt completely at the way his says baby and presses his finger to your mouth, before replacing it with his lips, “More kissing.” He adds in between a few quick, hard, presses of his lips on yours.

“Oh whatev—hmph!”

Peter kisses you long and hard, successfully getting you to stop talking. You feel hot all over when he kisses you again and again. And when you rank your fingers through his hair, lightly tugging on the ends, while simultaneously gently biting his bottom lip, Peter makes a sound between a gasp and a groan that makes you want to do it again just so you can hear the sound once more. There’s a kiss, another, and another, you’re so caught up in the feeling of his mouth against yours, carefully sliding your hands up and down his chest before lightly gripping a fist full of his shirt to keep him near you.

The way Peter touches you is like muscle memory, he knows how to make you gasp and what makes you shiver. When, his hands slip under the material of your shirt and caress your skin, your body reacts exactly how he knows it always does. Then, he lifts you up, your legs wrap around his waist, and with his lips still on yours, he gently lowers the both of you onto his bed. He seems so far away now and you can’t handle it. Before he even has the chance to lower himself further down onto the bed, you grab his biceps, which are tensed from holding himself up, and tug him towards you. Peter practically falls and suddenly the weight of his whole body is on top of you, Peter worries for a moment, breaking the kiss, but you make a noise, reminiscent to a childish whine before grabbing his jaw with both of you hands and pulling him back. With his lips on yours, his tongue slides into your mouth while your thumbs trace the outline of his jaw and his hand slides behind you back and into your shirt.

“Hey, do you two know where—Oh my goodness!” You and Peter are quickly pulled apart, turning your heads in the direction of Aunt May’s loud gasp. She stands just outside the bedroom with one hand still on the doorknob, her expression loudly displaying her shock. Peter stays on top of you for a split second, before May’s gaze shifts between his hand in your shirt and both of your disheveled appearances, “Peter Benjamin Parker!”

With that, Peter immediately jumps up from on top of you, quickly grabbing your hand to stand next to him. Both of your faces are flushed red from being caught, even if all you were doing was kissing. Aunt May stands by the door, both of her hands placed firmly on her hips, presumably awaiting a reasonable response while you and Peter glance at each other in search of something to say. When Peter’s gaze returns to his aunt, he finally opens his mouth to speak.

“Aunt May—We were just—” Peter pauses as he stumbles over his words, feeling pathetic under the eyes of both you and his aunt.

“Studying.” You finish with a somewhat convincing smile and when Aunt May turns to you, her gaze softens, but when she notices the broken glasses laying forgotten on the floor behind you, her questioning expression returns.

“And what happened to your glasses?” Aunt May asks, a triumphant smile crossing her face as she knows she’s caught the two of you red-handed in your obvious lie, “Were you studying when that happened?”

You and Peter hesitate, he sends you a nervous smile and the both of you bite your tongues, not trusting yourselves to speak. After a moment, the two of you nod, heads hanging low.

“Mhm, right,” May hums before sending Peter a look that says, ‘we’ll talk later.’ Then, she takes a few steps into the room, causing you and Peter’s eyes to widen, but May only steps around you to pick up the broken glasses before walking back towards the door, “Well, dinner is almost ready, you two better behave.”

“Okay, yeah, thank you, May.” Peter says, and you can tell he’s beyond flustered by the situation as he runs a hand through his hair, then brushes a finger along his bottom lip, “We’ll be down soon.”

May nods before sending the both of you one final look, this one a little more playful than the rest. She exits the bedroom and closes the door behind her, leaving you and Peter alone once again.

The both of you share a glance before breaking out in a fit of laughter. Peter falls back onto the bed, tugging you down with his so that you’re laying on his chest.

“I told you she’d be mad.” You tease, running your hand up his chest, eventually reaching the back of his neck, while leaving a gentle kiss on his jaw.

“It was so worth it.” Peter smirks before flipping you over and kissing your face

<3

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[cruel-seduction]

You need a massage? (Friends to something else)

You were cross-legged on your bed, laptop balanced on your thighs, trying—and failing—to ignore the dull ache settling deep in your shoulders. Hours of hunching over your desk had left you stiff and sore, your muscles tight in a way that made you shift uncomfortably every few minutes. With a frustrated sigh, you reached up to rub the back of your neck, fingers digging in where the tension was worst.

From where he was lounging against your headboard, scrolling absentmindedly on his phone, Peter glanced over.

"You good?" His voice was casual, but there was something soft beneath it, the kind of quiet concern he never really tried to hide.

You exhaled through your nose. "Just tense. My back’s killing me."

There was a pause. Just long enough for you to look up and catch him hesitating, his phone slipping from his hands as he considered something.

Then, a little unsure, he said, "I could—uh—give you a massage?"

Your fingers stilled against your neck. You blinked at him. Then scoffed. "Since when do you give massages?"

Peter shrugged, aiming for nonchalant. "Super strength. Good hands. What more do you need?"

Your stomach did this weird little flip—one you definitely ignored. Because, well. He wasn’t wrong. The thought of Peter’s hands on you, warm and firm, pressing into all the places that ached… Yeah, that was dangerous. And completely unnecessary.

So, obviously, you played it off. Kept it casual. "Alright," you said, shifting so your back was to him. "Just—don’t break me."

You expected him to be awkward about it. Maybe throw in a joke, squeeze your shoulders once, and call it a day.

What you didn’t expect was for his hands to land on you with just the right amount of pressure—strong, steady, like he actually knew what he was doing. His thumbs pressed into the knots at the base of your neck, and the effect was immediate. A deep, full-body shudder ran through you before you could stop it, your head tipping forward as his fingers dug in, slow and deliberate.

"Jesus, Pete," you muttered, your voice embarrassingly weak.

He huffed a quiet laugh. "That good?"

You just hummed, too busy melting under his touch to form a real answer. His hands worked their way down, easing the tension out of your shoulders, then lower, following the curve of your spine. It was… methodical. Almost too good. Like he was paying attention to every spot that made you relax just a little more, every knot that made you exhale a little deeper.

And that was when you became hyperaware. Of the warmth of his breath near your ear. Of the way his thighs shifted behind you.

Of how close he really was.

It was just a massage.

That’s what you told yourself.

But then his hands slid lower.

Not in a way that felt intentional—Peter wasn’t like that. But when his fingers pressed into the dip of your lower back, something in your stomach clenched. And maybe it was the way your breath caught just slightly. Maybe it was the way his fingers lingered for a second too long.

Or maybe it was the fact that when you leaned back—just a little, just instinct—you felt it.

The unmistakable press of something hard against your lower back.

Your body locked up.

Peter went rigid behind you.

For one long, charged second, neither of you moved.

Then, just as you were about to laugh—pretend you hadn’t noticed—he shifted. Just barely. Just enough for you to feel him again.

A sharp, breathless noise slipped out of you before you could stop it.

Peter’s hands twitched against your waist. His breath, warm against your shoulder, stuttered.

"You—" His voice came rough, strained. He cleared his throat. "You okay?"

You swallowed, turned your head slightly—just enough that your lips nearly brushed his jaw. "Are you?"

His grip on you tightened. Like he was debating pulling away. Like he was fighting against whatever was hanging thick in the air between you.

But then—slow, hesitant—his fingers flexed again. This time, they brushed just under the hem of your shirt. Testing.

Your breath hitched.

And just like that, something shifted.

No longer innocent. No longer just a massage.

Before you could second-guess yourself, you turned, straddling his lap in one fluid motion, your thighs bracketing his. Peter swallowed hard, his eyes flickering between your parted lips and the heat in your gaze.

Waiting.

Letting you decide.

You did.

You kissed him—soft at first, then hungrier, more desperate. He met you halfway, groaning into your mouth as his hands slid beneath your shirt, gripping your waist, pulling you closer. You shifted against him, your hips rolling—just a little, just enough to feel the hard, heavy length of him through his sweats.

His breath caught.

"Fuck," he muttered, his head dropping against your shoulder. His fingers pressed hard into your sides, like he was barely holding himself together. "You—" He exhaled sharply. "You can’t just do that."

"Do what?" you asked, all fake innocence, even as you did it again.

He let out a strangled noise, his hands tightening on your waist. "That."

You grinned, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his jaw. "You sure you wanna keep massaging me?"

His grip on you tightened.

Then, before you could blink, he flipped you onto your back, caging you beneath him. His lips hovered just above yours, his breath warm, uneven.

"Not exactly what I had in mind," he murmured, voice thick, dark, promising.

A shiver ran down your spine. "What do you have in mind?"

The corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk.

"Guess you’ll find out."